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Why do women cry?

Why
do women cry?

A
little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?” “Because I need to” she
said.
“I don’t understand,” he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.” Later the little boy
asked his father, “Why does mo

ther seem to cry for no reason?”
“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise
shaykh. “He surely knows the answer”, he thought.

“Ya Shaykh! Why do women cry so easily?” He answered:
“When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders
strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give
comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection
that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep
going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness
and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her
children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very
badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and
fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He gave her wisdom to know
that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and
her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And lastly, He gave her a tear.
This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs
no reason, no explanation, it’s hers.”
“You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the
beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must
be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where
love resides.”
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.

“Ya Shaykh! Why do women cry so easily?” He answered:
“When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders
strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give
comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection
that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep
going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness
and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her
children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very
badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and
fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He gave her wisdom to know
that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and
her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And lastly, He gave her a tear.
This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs
no reason, no explanation, it’s hers.”
“You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the
beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must
be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where
love resides.”
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.
“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise
shaykh. “He surely knows the answer”, he thought.
“Ya Shaykh! Why do women cry so easily?” He answered:
“When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders
strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give
comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection
that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep
going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness
and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her
children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very
badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and
fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He gave her wisdom to know
that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and
her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And lastly, He gave her a tear.
This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs
no reason, no explanation, it’s hers.”
“You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the
beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must
be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where
love resides.”
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.
“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise
shaykh. “He surely knows the answer”, he thought.
“Ya Shaykh! Why do women cry so easily?” He answered:
“When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders
strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give
comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection
that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep
going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness
and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her
children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very
badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and
fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He gave her wisdom to know
that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and
her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And lastly, He gave her a tear.
This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs
no reason, no explanation, it’s hers.”
“You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the
beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must
be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where
love resides.”
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise
shaykh. “He surely knows the answer”, he thought.
“Ya Shaykh! Why do women cry so easily?” He answered:
“When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders
strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give
comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection
that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep
going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness
and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her
children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very
badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and
fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He gave her wisdom to know
that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and
her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And lastly, He gave her a tear.
This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs
no reason, no explanation, it’s hers.”
“You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the
beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must
be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where
love resides.”
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.
“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise
shaykh. “He surely knows the answer”, he thought.
“Ya Shaykh! Why do women cry so easily?” He answered:
“When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders
strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give
comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection
that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep
going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness
and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her
children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very
badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and
fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He gave her wisdom to know
that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and
her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And lastly, He gave her a tear.
This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs
no reason, no explanation, it’s hers.”
“You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the
beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must
be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where
love resides.”
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.
“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise
shaykh. “He surely knows the answer”, he thought.
“Ya Shaykh! Why do women cry so easily?” He answered:
“When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders
strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give
comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection
that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep
going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness
and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her
children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very
badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned
her from his rib to protect his heart. He gave her wisdom to know that a good
husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve
to stand beside him unfalteringly. And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers
and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no
explanation, it’s hers.”
“You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the
beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must
be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where
love resides.”
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.

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